[Kaito isn't exactly a drinker, but he's already consumed so much damn chocolate milk to help ease his nerves that he's surprised he hasn't passed out from too much sugar yet]
[he lifts his gaze from the table when Kaiba slips into the seat across from him, blinks slowly, drums his fingers against the wood]
[he manages a grin, one of his playful, confident ones. but it's forced. god, is it forced]
Only if you're ready to have your butt kicked, yeah?
[draws his hand back, flicks his wrist, and produces his deck of cards out of thin air]
no subject
[he lifts his gaze from the table when Kaiba slips into the seat across from him, blinks slowly, drums his fingers against the wood]
[he manages a grin, one of his playful, confident ones. but it's forced. god, is it forced]
Only if you're ready to have your butt kicked, yeah?
[draws his hand back, flicks his wrist, and produces his deck of cards out of thin air]